Page 117 of Knot a Thief

Chapter 35

Ava

I watch from my plush leather chair as I glance out of the window. I’m not looking at the clouds in the sky. I’m looking at Max's reflection in the window as he works on the table opposite, giving me the space he promised.

His jaw clenches as he reads the paperwork in front of him. But when he scratches the stubble on his chin, I’m reminded of him between my legs. Sucking my clit as his stubbled chin scraped over my pussy.

I cross my legs to stop the slick gushing down my legs.

It’s been too long since I’ve been touched, but I refuse to join the mile high club. Plus, he’s still on a good behavior warning until I speak to Seb.

He turns and catches me watching him.

“Are you okay, Ava?” Max asks as concern furrows his brow.

“Yep,” I squeak, trying to ward off my growing need and hoping I’m not sending dirty thoughts through the bond.

That’s probably difficult. His mere presence is magnetic, but he just nods his head and goes back to his paperwork. Though I’m sure I see a small smirk lift on his gorgeous face.

While he works, I keep stealing glances at him. He’s so much older than me, but his age doesn’t bother me. Not when he looks like that. And not when he loves me.

He told me he loved me.

He told me he wanted Silas and Seb in our pack.

He actually told me he loves me.

And I’ve told him I’ll give us a chance, but my heart is torn as Seb’s face keeps flashing in my mind.

I need to talk to him and explain. I understand now, with a pang of regret, how scared he must be of losing me.

It’s only now that I truly grasp the depth of his feelings. I’m an omega and being pursued by two alphas, pregnant with their child. I should’ve thought more about his concerns.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re sending too many mixed emotions through the bond. Do you need to talk about it?” Max says, his voice is low and soft.

“Just thinking about Seb. How difficult it’s going to be for him,” I say.

“You’ll need him.” He nods and then grins. “Someone with a level head when I’m being a pain in the ass, Silas is being moody, and you’re being ... you.”

I poke my tongue out at him.

He laughs and gets back to work.

As the gentle hum of the jet’s engines provides a soothing backdrop to my thoughts, I flatten the chair to a bed and close my eyes. My mind drifts to Seb, and a knot of worry forms in my stomach again.

I know how jealous he can get, how protective he is of our relationship.

Will he be able to accept Max and Silas as my alphas? The thought of him feeling left out makes my heart ache.

But then I remember how he accepted I’d need a pack one day, how he would find them for me. How he’d pushed me to have my first heat. Seb had always been there for me, even when I pushed him away.

Maybe he’ll surprise me.

I wish worry would stop kindling in my gut, but I suppose the doubts linger.

What if he can’t accept it?

What if he decides it’s too much and walks away?

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